by Lenny Boosh
CONTENT WARNING
The following story contains sexually explicit material, and is intended for erotica-enjoying ADULTS ONLY. Some of the events--heck, the individual words!--may be offensive to some readers.
This is a work of fiction, and all characters and events are products of the author's feverish imagination and not based on Lenny's friends, coworkers, or anyone else. Please exercise caution when attempting the new sexual moves within these pages. Maybe stretch your hamstrings first. This story is for entertainment purposes only and is not advice.
Be loving, be sexy, and be safe.
- Lenny
Her Mechanic - A Supernatural Seduction
Her tail twitched as she pulled up to the run-down house in her sleek silver car. After stepping out of the Lexus, she clicked the button to lock the vehicle, then clicked it again to be certain. Patting the tight knot holding up her gold-hued hair, she willed herself forward.
The mechanic, whom she had spoken to on the phone hours earlier, appeared to be enjoying some beer on the porch. The sun had gone down, and he was lit only by a single bare bulb overhead. He eyed the woman warily but didn't move.
“I'm sorry,” she said. “Am I early? We spoke on the phone about the Datsun?”
“You're late. I can't be out here waiting all night. I might have to make an adjustment to the price.”
“Perhaps if you'd given better driving instructions, or had a legible number affixed to your ... dwelling.”
“Now, now. Do you wanna look at the car or not, lady?”
She didn't. What was she doing there? Something else entirely. And in her new suit. Master would be so angry. She thought about turning around and forgetting the whole thing.
His scent carried on a breeze, over to her nostrils. What was he? Not human. Not entirely human, at least. Was he ...? She sniffed again, trying to place that mix of musk and perfume.
“Yes,” she said. “I'm here to look at the car. Let's do that.”
The mechanic was in front of her now, extending a dirty-looking hand. She jumped, startled by his speed, and allowed him to shake her hand. Some of his fingers were darkened from work in the garage, but they were clean. Her stomach grumbled at his touch, and her nipples grew hard beneath her silk blouse. He was as attractive now as she remembered, from the first time she saw him. Master had allowed her to tag along to pick up the towncar, and there he'd been. So human, but lean and strong, carrying heavy equipment as though the weight was nothing.
He took an appraising look at her in the dim light, his gaze touching her smooth face, her ample breasts, her womanly hips, and those long, long legs that went on forever. Could he place her age? She walked with the confidence of someone who'd lived for decades, but her eyes had no lines. Her lips were full, swelling with desire even as they stood there in the yard. She was ancient, in part, but she was also a newborn, her mortal life wiped clean.
His nostrils flared, and she wondered, could he possibly know?
The mechanic had dark eyebrows and thick, black hair that fell past high cheekbones. His eyes were a contrast, piercing blue, and he had an elegant bone structure—the kind of man who's practically pretty. She felt a rush of lust course through her body and pool between my legs.
She still had her hand in his, and both hands were shifting toward her, as though his fingers sought her pussy. She wanted to experience this gorgeous man, to know him, in so many ways, but first she wanted his fingers to slide along the wet, pink lips of her pussy. He could bury his fingers within her, making her moan with first one digit and then two.
The young man appeared grubby at first glance, but he smelled clean. Freshly showered. Had he showered just for her? His eyes, the way they avoided her, said that he had impure thoughts. What else was he hiding?
He looked down sheepishly at his clothes, then hers. Her suit cost more than the car she was there to look at, and he wore clothes she would have mistaken for trash. Despite the dark stains, though, everything about his tight-fitting T-shirt and threadbare jeans was perfect. He was the kind of man that a creature like her fantasized about daily. Master would never allow her to touch a man, or even stare too long, yet here they were.
Their hands pulled apart, and his eyes seemed to flicker. They were green now.
“Car's back in here,” he said. A garage door shook and groaned open. Far away down the quiet street, a dog barked.
The woman winced, and the dog whined and ceased its noise.
The mechanic disappeared into the dark cavern of the garage.
She wondered, what were his plans? He'd asked over the phone if she'd be coming alone. Was he the type to lure a woman into his garage and seduce her? Was he the type to yank up a woman's skirt, lay her back on the hood of a restored car, and thrust his thick fingers into her pussy? Would he bury his face between her legs, licking at her slick cunt as he fingered her?
Master would be so angry. The thought of Master's face when she got home reeking of another man's essence—it made her panties slick. She didn't care about the consequences. Tonight her fantasies were going to become real.
She followed him into the garage. Shapes crawled along her peripheral vision as her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. A fluorescent overhead light flickered on.
“What the hell!” the man yelled, clawing at his face.
Her muscles tensed and excitement charged through her veins. She readied herself to spring on him before he escaped.
But it was a false alarm. He hadn't figured out what she was after all.
“Spiderwebs,” he said, wiping his hands on his jeans. “Excuse my language Ma'am, I just hate those bloody things.”
“Understandable.” She tried her best to smile warmly, though her coiled tail was twitching frantically where it was rolled up, as tight as her hair in the bun. She kept her tone light, her accent sweet and Southern. “Yes, spiderwebs are the worst. You know, I had the biggest darn spiderweb just last night, out on my back veranda. I went out to turn on the irrigation sprinklers and wouldn't you know it, a big old spider caught me in her web.” That's right, just keep talking, she thought. Master was right about the Southern accent soothing people.
He rubbed the webbing off his taut, muscular arms, saying, “How'd you know the spider wasn't a feller?”
“You know, you're absolutely right. It could have been a gentleman spider. Boy, he must have been surprised. I mean, there he was, waiting to nab some innocent prey, and along came little ol' me.”
The mechanic raised an eyebrow. “What did you say your name was again?”
“I didn't.”
A few seconds of silence passed, as quiet as eternity was long.
“Shall I start it up?” He opened the door of the Datsun and slid behind the wheel.
“No, don't bother.” She licked her lips as she studied the crotch of his tight jeans. The area was definitely fuller in appearance than when she'd first arrived. Soon she'd have those clothes off, though. Soon she'd see for herself, stroking him and then sucking him. She'd suck him so gently and tenderly, he'd begged her to suck harder, and she wouldn't. She would lick him and hold him back until he threatened to leave her, but he wouldn't leave. Once they started, neither would want to stop until one was dead.
He started the car, and the engine rumbled, spewing exhaust into the garage. Anyone who bought the car would have a challenge getting the vintage vehicle to pass inspection. The Datsun was cute, though. Perhaps she would make a purchase after all.
He pulled the door shut and rolled down the window. “Wanna jump in, go for a spin?”
“Oh, I don't know if that's necessary. Besides, your wife is probably waiting for you in the hous
e with dinner, right?”
“Nope. No wife. Why don't you come around and hop in?”
“I can see it from here.”
“No you can't. Why won't you get in, you nervous or something?”
“Nervous? No. Well, yes. It's just that... I've never done something like this alone, without my partner.”
“I'm not gonna bite you.” His voice sounded genuine. He really did seem harmless, and it was silly and snobbish for her to be so suspicious, just because he lived in the less desirable part of town.
She made her way carefully around to the other side of the car, stepping around so much junk, most of it rusty. She ducked to avoid chains hanging from the rafters.
She slid into the passenger seat, her hungry gaze going to the man's hand resting on the shifter. Unable to resist those strong, manly fingers, she reached over and pressed her hand onto his. Oh, the touch of a man, it sent a deafening lust through her mind. Master was not a man, but a being, a creature, closer to a woman than a man. Master had thin, fine fingers like her own, and she used them to fuck her young partner, but it wasn't the same as a cock.
The mechanic didn't pull away from her touch, but turned to meet her gaze. Something had changed in him. Those icy eyes that were blue, then green, had set themselves on fire, and they now glowed amber in the dim light of the garage.
Her suspicions were confirmed by his eyes—he had a secret as well. This was dangerous. So dangerous. Which only made her want him more, and more than his hands. She wanted his cock, deep inside her body, pulsing her from within. She wanted to feel the pressure of his blood inside his flesh, breathe in the cold air around him as he shook and came inside her, filling her with human seed, human need.
She said, “Would you mind turning off the engine for just one moment while we negotiate price?”
He turned it off without breaking eye contact. His irises shifted, turning blood red one moment, black the next.
She said, “Where is your family from?”
He looked irritated. “Lady, do you want to buy the car or not?”
She reached for her purse, jostling her can of pepper spray. The spray seemed silly now, but she had to be careful. With enough luck, even the dimwitted bear can take the hunter by surprise, and she was a novice at this. She was a novice at seduction.
Stalling for time, she asked if he'd take five hundred dollars less, although the cash was nothing to her.
“Depends.” His eyes turned back to icy blue. Had she imagined it? He continued, “I did rebuild the whole engine, and there aren't many of these old cars even on the road these days and ...”
She concentrated on his pupils, drawing upon her energy to will them to dilate. He stopped talking, drifting off, into the waking dream. Silence now. She was learning after all, and already stronger this week than last.
The mechanic's breath deepened as the tension in his neck ebbed away, the cords there softening. She tucked her legs up underneath herself and slowly leaned over to the delicious young man. Beneath her skirt, her tail unfurled and stretched out, free at last.
Her mouth watered, her gums aching as the hidden teeth pierced through and extended. These teeth would inject the venom that would keep him weak and under her influence.
Before the bite, though, she wanted a kiss. A human kiss. She pressed her smooth mouth to his thick, full lips, and at the same time, she reached down with one hand and stroked the lump within his jeans. His desire for her was evident. Thick and hard, he was even longer than she expected.
She moaned into his mouth as she gripped his incredible cock through his jeans. He returned her moan with his own, and bit her lip. He bit her hard.
She cried out and flew back into her own seat, whimpering from the injury. The taste of her own blood was in her mouth. How stupid of her to not give him the venom when she had the chance! Now he would fight.
He pushed open the door and jumped out. Instead of running for the exit, though, he opened a toolbox with a great clatter, and wheeled around to face her with a knife in his hand. The blade glinted in warning.
She stood tall now, no longer trying to hide her strength. Her long, sinuous tail whipped and lashed around her legs, and she growled at the mechanic.
He hissed, “Succubus.”
“What do you know of my kind?”
Her tail ceased its whipping and slid up her body, pulling up the hem of her skirt to reveal her panties. The slender, sensitive end of the tail twitched, then stroked along the front of her body, swirling around her nipples. She spread her legs to a wide stance and undulated her body.
“Are you?” he asked, his voice calm and strong. “I've never seen one of your type.”
She purred and warbled a wordless answer, then said, “I am harmless. I brought pepper spray with me, in my purse. You can check if you want. I am defenseless.”
“You were at my business,” he said. “Weeks ago. You wore a cloak and hid your face, but I recognize your perfume.”
She growled. “I don't wear perfume.”
He sniffed the air, his nostrils wide. “Damn, you smell good.”
She tilted her head coquettishly. “Would you like to taste me? You won't be disappointed.” The long rod in his jeans was still stiff-looking, his fear mingling with his lust.
Tools behind him clattered to the floor as he backed up into a work bench. “No. We're supposed to kill your type. My grandfather warned me about you. He was a Hunter.”
She purred as her tail twitched like a rattle. “That's what you are. No wonder I'm unable to resist you.” She took two steps closer. “Your kind were not always Hunters. Before they turned against us, the men of your line were something ... quite different.”
He shook his knife. “You're lying. Twisted, evil seductress. Lies.”
“You were Lovers,” she said. “Your line of men fulfilled our needs, so that we needn't prey on innocent humans.” She took three steps closer to him, stopping just out of arm's reach. “Or so my master tells me. I don't know if it's true, but it feels true, doesn't it?”
He lowered the blade to his side, but still gripped it tightly. “I feel something when I'm near you,” he said. “I don't want to hurt you.”
“You want to touch me. Why don't you touch me? See for yourself what you think is true.” She shrugged off her jacket, letting it fall to the filthy floor. Master would be angry she soiled her clothes. Master would howl and scream and ... what fun that would be.
The mechanic's eyes shifted from blue to green, and he slowly moved his arm, setting the knife down beside him.
She stepped closer, whispering, “Did you ever wonder why you were so much stronger than the other boys your age?”
“Yes.”
“You are strong so you can handle a creature like me.”
She was almost upon him, and his neck was right there. She could have easily seized him and injected the venom, but that was not the way with Lovers. They were strong and willing, and the congress was said to be greater than any other.
They both inhaled sharply as they kissed. The wound in her lip had already healed, and they kissed hungrily as her tail whipped behind her. His mouth tasted sweet, faintly of life and fermentation, like a fine wine. Regular humans had mouths like rot, and she couldn't bear to kiss them, but his taste and smell were an intoxicating blend.
His hands went to her blouse, unfastening one button and then ripping the shirt apart in his impatience. He grabbed her full, firm breasts through her expensive lace bra.
He pulled away from her mouth, saying, “Close your eyes.”
“Only if you promise to fuck me.”
His eyes glowed pure amber now, and he smiled. “Close your eyes.”
She did, and she felt herself being undressed. He unlatched her bra, and then he breathed heavily as he licked and sucked all over one breast and then the other. Each tender kiss made her quake with desire.
He loosened the knot holding up her golden hair, and it fell to her naked shoulders. He gra
bbed a handful and pulled her head back as he kissed her neck. She purred with pleasure, her tail twitching and rattling.
She whispered, “May I open my eyes, Lover?”
“No.”
He tore off her skirt, the sound of fabric rending driving up her passion. He snapped off her panties easily.
His voice husky and deep, he said, “Spread your legs.”
She did as she was told, and was rewarded with one finger, sliding between her swollen pussy lips, gliding along her wet cunt and making her shiver with pleasure. Because her physical form had been so recently human, she still had some pubic hair, but it was soft and silky, and he seemed to enjoy touching it.
His finger pulled away, and he placed his hands on her hips, guiding her to step back. The cool metal of the car met her legs, and she understood. Eyes still closed, she lay back on the hood of his car.
The mechanic removed her shoes and positioned her feet on the hood, her knees up and her legs spread wide.
He said, “What do we have here?”
She whimpered with pleasure and modesty as he traced her intimate outlines with his fingertips. “What a beautiful cunt,” he said. He caught her whipping tail with one hand and fondled the soft tip, which hid a talon that was retracted now. He mused, “What's this?”
With her eyes still closed, she whispered, “Just a tail.”
“What does it feel like?”
He was rubbing the tail against something—his lips, and now his tongue.
She writhed with pleasure. “Like a finger, but more sensitive.”
He put the tip of her tail in his mouth and sucked, hard.
She moaned and purred.
There was the sound of more clothing being torn off, and then of his belt buckle jingling and his jeans hitting the concrete floor of the garage.
And now, he was rubbing the tip of her tail up and down the length of his cock, over the dewy beads of pre-cum on the end of the hot, hard shaft. He moaned with pleasure, and he tugged at her tail, then wrapped it around his cock, winding it up to the top.
He said, “What does that feel like?”
